Friday, July 24, 2015
Billy the Kid or a Wounded Alligator
Billy the Kid killed 21 men
One for each year that he lived
I am 18 behind his record, and that
makes me sad
So I walked out into traffic today
I don't think that it was really suicide, not in the "I want to die right now" way
I think that maybe I thought that I would turn incorpreal and the cars would pass right through me, or that maybe at the last second I would suddenly be able to fly, or that (and I admit, this one seems unlikely) I would find that I had super strength and just bat the cars aside all Incredible Hulk style.
I was very disappointed when the cars stopped to let me pass.
Labels:
alligators,
billy the kid,
Fiction,
incredible hulk,
poetry,
suicide
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